I had forgotten the beauty of snow light. It doesn’t need a source of outside light, it brightens and covers and has a soft glow of its own. I wonder if it was a coincidence that my devotional reading this morning was Psalm 27? The Lord is my light and my salvation. His light covers sins […]
Feb 28, 2019
Boldly Braving the Cold
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Yesterday, I wrote about the approach of winter’s cold. This morning, the unwelcome visitor has arrived. We only thought spring was on its way. I mean, anyone would have thought so–February is drawing to a close, March is just around the corner, but weather is unpredictable and pretty much does what it wants. Did Nancy, […]
Feb 27, 2019
The Cold Comes Creeping
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The morning is dark and gray. A silent, shivery mist hovers among the trees, settling onto the ground, bringing back the cold of winter. I pour my first cup of Folgers and ask Nemo if he’d like a cup, but he declines. He will come and sit with me while I write, but he […]
Feb 26, 2019
Storm Warning
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The weather this morning holds no hint of winter’s re-entry; no notice that a cold, frigid storm is in the near future. Some of the maples sport tentative buds and a few bushes hint of green. Squirrels are gathering fluff for their nests and birds are looking at tree branches with an eye to building. […]
Feb 4, 2019
Keep the Cold From Creeping In
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February is just one of those months! It’s winter. It’s cold. Trees are bare. Grass looks like it has forgotten the word green. Of course, there are some bright spots–Presidents’ Day and Valentine’s Day and the dear old groundhog who’d probably still be sleeping if he weren’t pulled from his warm burrow to face […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
